My baby is 6 months old today.
6 Months ago I was in the hospital: confused and scared, elated and so in love. The first few months were a blur of no sleep, swollen breasts, snuggles, postpartum madness, tears and love. It definitely hasn’t all been lovely baby powder smells, baby coos and cuddles. The lows have been low, but the highs have been so unbelievably high.
No matter how many times you hear, “It all goes by so fast!” you can’t fully appreciate the truth behind this statement until you have a baby. Because one day you wake up and your tiny newborn is now practically a little boy. I’m scared to death that if I blink for too long, when I open my eyes he will already be in college.
I love this little baby, my baby, my son, my Monkeyface. I can’t wait to watch him grow up, watch him run down the hallway and say his first word (which will no doubt be Mama).
I only hope time will be kind and slow down, at least every now and then.